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January 21, 2025
Aunque hay muchas culturas diversas, los sentimientos son universales. A pesar de las diferencias entre el contexto de la poeta Briceida Cuevas Cob y el mío, sus versos logran mover mis sentimientos.
Es una poesía que nos lleva a la existencia cotidiana de las mujeres mayas, a través de imágenes que le dan vida al fogón, a la casa, a las bateas...
Un gran libro. Recomiendo visitar este podcast para escuchar algunos poemas en su idioma original:
https://youtu.be/8A8O8gfMjDU?si=0489V...
Es una poesía que nos lleva a la existencia cotidiana de las mujeres mayas, a través de imágenes que le dan vida al fogón, a la casa, a las bateas...
Un gran libro. Recomiendo visitar este podcast para escuchar algunos poemas en su idioma original:
https://youtu.be/8A8O8gfMjDU?si=0489V...
February 14, 2021
Preciosa colección de poemas que van desde la mirada que se posa en los objetos hasta el dolor de la pérdida amorosa o filial pasando por reflexiones sobre la muerte, la violencia y la memoria. Leer este poemario ofrece un vistazo a la cultura y contexto de la autora en una bonita edición bilingüe que invita a conocer más de su lengua.
Disfruté particularmente la sencillez de su escritura y las imágenes que evoca. Muy recomendable.
Disfruté particularmente la sencillez de su escritura y las imágenes que evoca. Muy recomendable.
February 3, 2022
Fue muy pequeño pero hermoso. Un poemario bilingüe mexicano escrito por una mujer maya. Con todo el amor y la luz de la vida es una obra que vale la pena
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October 23, 2025
Que bello y que cercano
May 2, 2017
This is a jaw-dropping collection of poems. For me, it is a short collection--it is 76 pages, but half in Maya and half in Spanish. More of a chapbook length. So, it goes by quickly but leaves quite a mark.
The big theme of this collection is motherhood, and we are learning about motherhood in a Maya context, in a village context, significantly removed from similar sorts of poems written in the US right now. "Como caracol de tierra" describes a number of ideas about why the umbilical cord must be properly disposed of, but without irony, skepticism, or even a strongly earnest voice. Instead, the narration is simply declared: these beliefs are part of life, and there are no bones about it.
"Irás a la escuela," one of the book's highlights, speaks about both female growth, pursuing education, and duration, connecting with the traditions that have been handed down through generations of bodies: ""Tú irás a la escuela / y en el cuenco de las manos de tu entendimiento / contendrás el escurrir del vientre de la mujer de tu raza" (33).
To describe the connection between a mother and daughter, we get this beautiful, almost haiku poem:
"Porque naciste hembra
tu madre jaló un hilo de su corazón
y te lo enhebró en la oreja como tu primer arete" ("Tu primer arete").
It's tender, it's striking, and it's done almost before it begins. Cuevas Cob has several other poems like this, almost flash fictions.
Two of the longest poems surround the death and burial of a narrator's mother, and they are heartbreaking. They describe the grief accompanying the loss of possibly the most key figure in her life: "¿Pero qué dirá mi alma / mañana cuando no vea tu rostro? / ¿Mañana cuando mire que tan solo tu hamaca cuelga? / ¿Mañana cuando vea tu ropa vacía de tu cuerpo? / ¿Mañana cuando mire las sandalias vacías de tus pies?" ("Canción triste de la mujer maya mientras llevan a su madre a enterrar").
I wish that I could read these in the various Maya languages as well (according to the early pages, the languages used in the book are Tepakan, Calkiní, Campeche, and Spanish). Incredibly, the poet writes in both Maya languages and Spanish--there is no translator.
More people need to read Briceida Cuevas Cob.
The big theme of this collection is motherhood, and we are learning about motherhood in a Maya context, in a village context, significantly removed from similar sorts of poems written in the US right now. "Como caracol de tierra" describes a number of ideas about why the umbilical cord must be properly disposed of, but without irony, skepticism, or even a strongly earnest voice. Instead, the narration is simply declared: these beliefs are part of life, and there are no bones about it.
"Irás a la escuela," one of the book's highlights, speaks about both female growth, pursuing education, and duration, connecting with the traditions that have been handed down through generations of bodies: ""Tú irás a la escuela / y en el cuenco de las manos de tu entendimiento / contendrás el escurrir del vientre de la mujer de tu raza" (33).
To describe the connection between a mother and daughter, we get this beautiful, almost haiku poem:
"Porque naciste hembra
tu madre jaló un hilo de su corazón
y te lo enhebró en la oreja como tu primer arete" ("Tu primer arete").
It's tender, it's striking, and it's done almost before it begins. Cuevas Cob has several other poems like this, almost flash fictions.
Two of the longest poems surround the death and burial of a narrator's mother, and they are heartbreaking. They describe the grief accompanying the loss of possibly the most key figure in her life: "¿Pero qué dirá mi alma / mañana cuando no vea tu rostro? / ¿Mañana cuando mire que tan solo tu hamaca cuelga? / ¿Mañana cuando vea tu ropa vacía de tu cuerpo? / ¿Mañana cuando mire las sandalias vacías de tus pies?" ("Canción triste de la mujer maya mientras llevan a su madre a enterrar").
I wish that I could read these in the various Maya languages as well (according to the early pages, the languages used in the book are Tepakan, Calkiní, Campeche, and Spanish). Incredibly, the poet writes in both Maya languages and Spanish--there is no translator.
More people need to read Briceida Cuevas Cob.
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